Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 204 - 69

Chapter 204: Chapter 69

Suzune was breathing heavily, her chest heaving against the pressurized constraints of her dark-purple bodysuit.

Behind the visor of her cold indifference, she felt the cacophony of a million damned souls clawing at the fringes of her mind, their voices a discordant symphony of agony.

This was the true price of the “Witch of Dun Scáith.”

This was why she fought so hard to keep her Karyoku dormant.

After all, this wasn’t just a physical burden, but a spiritual invasion.

Every second she spent anchored to the Land of Shadows, she experienced the collective resentment, the bone-chilling torment, and the eternal despair of every entity that had ever been discarded into that gray, lifeless world.

It was a pressure that threatened to hollow out her own identity, replacing her memories with the screams of the dead.

’This needs to end in an instant,’ she told herself, her internal voice sounding small against the roar of the ghosts. ’If I stay like this for another minute, I won’t know who I am anymore.’

The 7-foot humanoid entity, sensing the volatility of her power, let out a piercing, multi-tonal roar.

It lunged, its limbs stretching into jagged obsidian blades.

But Suzune moved with the lethal grace of the Queen herself and didn’t wait for it to reach her.

With a flick of her wrists, she hurled both blood-red spears towards the creature as they whistled through the air like screaming hawks, striking the entity in both shoulders with such kinetic force that the creature was lifted off its feet and pinned firmly to the reinforced concrete wall.

Suzune dropped to one knee, her forehead slick with cold sweat as the resentment of the souls was starting to become unbearable, a freezing tide rising in her throat.

She gritted her teeth so hard her gums bled, the metallic taste of her own blood grounding her for one final effort.

But she endured and summoned a third spear, larger and more ornate than the others, and drove it deep into the floorboards.

Then, a magic cirlce appeared on the floor as she twisted the shaft with a heavy clunk, as if turning a key in a lock that had been sealed since the dawn of time.

“I will show you what lies beyond the world,” Suzune whispered, her voice echoing with a spectral reverb. “I will lock you away in the darkness from the age of the Gods. Tremble, freeze, and shatter into pieces!”

“GATE OF DUN SCÁITH!”

The air behind her fractured.

Then, a massive, towering gate of blackened iron and bone slowly emerged from the shadows.

It was a portal that symbolized the absolute end—a door to a realm where the sun never rose and the wind never stopped howling.

It radiated an aura of such profound emptiness that merely looking at it felt as though your soul were being leeched through your eyes.

As the gate fully materialized, the heavy iron bars began to groan and slide as it opened with the sound of a thousand grinding gravestones.

Instantly, countless rusted, obsidian chains flew out from the dark interior.

They didn’t target the creature’s physical shell, instead, they bypassed the oily black meat and stabbed directly into the shimmering, distorted essence within.

The souls of the “Elite” members, which had been fused into this chimeric monstrosity, were forcibly yanked out.

“Wh-What is this!?” the spectral voices cried in unison.

“Stop! It hurts! It’s too cold! It hurts!”

“No! No! I want to live! I’m a billionaire! I have so much left to buy!”

“I promise I will change! I’ll donate everything! Just spare me! Please!”

They screamed in a pathetic, high-pitched chorus of agony as they were dragged toward the yawning maw of the gate.

As they reached the threshold, the gray mists of the Land of Shadows surged forward.

Countless ghosts—the victims of history, the starving, the vengeful—appeared from the darkness.

But they weren’t here to welcome the new arrivals, and instead, they began to feast on them as they tore the souls of the Elites piece by piece, their spectral teeth ripping into essence as the men watched their own spirits being consumed.

“Aaahhh! Aaaahh!’

“Make it stop! Stop!”

With a final, resounding BOOM, the gates slammed shut and vanished into the ether.

The humanoid entity, now a hollowed-out husk of oily liquid, collapsed into a lifeless puddle on the floor and turned into black dust, drifting into the wind.

Suzune immediately felt the connection snap as the silence that followed was deafening.

Her knees went weak, and she dropped to the floor, her purple bodysuit dissipating into sparks of crimson light.

She panted, her hands trembling as she braced herself against the scorched floor.

She was barely able to move, her spirit energy drained to the dregs.

“All that’s left is…” she wheezed.

BANG!

The ceiling in the center of the office exploded in a shower of plaster and steel as a massive shadow was launched upward through the hole, propelled by a force that shook the entire building.

The “Mister” had been sent flying toward the rooftop.

Seijirou stopped moving, his blue aura simmering as he immediately turned toward Suzune, his eyes flashing with concern.

He started to move toward her, but Suzune weakly raised her hand, her fingers trembling.

“Go,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his. “I’m fine. Just… tired. Finish it.”

Seijirou hesitated for a fraction of a second, seeing the exhaustion etched into her face, but he knew her pride.

He gave a sharp, determined nod before he crouched low and jumped, his body a streak of blue light as he soared through the hole in the ceiling and arrived on the windy, moonlit rooftop.

There, the “Mister” was struggling to regain his footing. His massive, flabby body was covered in bruises and cuts, and his expensive clothes were rags.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts!” Mister wailed, his voice a grotesque, high-pitched whine.

Every movement caused his fat to jiggle like a bowl of jelly, but eventually, through sheer supernatural stubbornness, he managed to push himself up.

He wiped a mixture of blood and grease from his chin. “Ah, what a pain. You really have no respect for your elders, do you, Kageyama?”

Seijirou narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed not on the man, but on the massive, floating octopus-like entity that drifted behind him.

It was pulsing with a dark, oily light, its thousand eyes blinking in a frantic rhythm.

“Honestly, I knew I should’ve eaten more protein today. Now I feel weak,” Mister said, his tone shifting back to that sickeningly casual arrogance.

Seijirou frowned, knowing what he meant by protein.

“Honestly, Kageyama, you should try it. Human meats are delicious you know? Kind of sweet and chewy, like a pork. Especially when the humans are on a verge of despair, nothing makes them tastier.”

Seijirou remained silent, but his ki was flaring up, causing the air to tremble as ge glared at Mister.

Seeing this, Mister decided to add fuel to the fire, “Kageyama, did you know? The most delicious humans aren’t those children, old people, or adults, but infants…just straigt from their mother’s womb! You don’t even need to cook them, you can eat them fresh!”

“You animal!” Seijirou roared as he launched himself towards Mister, grabbing his collar before cocking his fist and punched him to the face.

However, the entity behind Mister caught his fist, wrapping its tentacles to his arms, preventing him from moving.

Mister laughed, a disgusting, oily sound like pig getting slaughtered, “Hahaha, did you know, when we captured some females, we will impregnate them and have them give birth to a child for us to eat! There are even several idols in the industry who we made a deal with! Honestly, the entertainment industry is the closest thing to a devil’s den on earth!”

Seijirou roared and broke free from the the clutches of the creature, his eyes bloodshot as he enhanced his hand with Ki and dove it through Mister’s chest.

He coughed up blood, but he was still grinning, his pig-like eyes squinting at Seijirou. “What? Are you angry? Does this little truth make you angry? Hahaha! Why do you heroes always get so worked up?”

He spread his arms wide, ignoring Seijirou’s hands on his chest as the wind whipping his greasy hair. “Why do you think that humans shouldn’t be eaten? What makes a human so special? We eat cows, don’t we? We eat pigs, right? In other words, we eat things we consider ’lesser.’ Why is that? Is it because you honestly believe that you are inherently superior to other races just because you can speak? If that is the case, now I have attained a power that makes me superior to other humans, so doesn’t that make my desire to consume them perfectly justifiable? It’s just the food chain, boy!”

Seijirou stood perfectly still, his hands burning in Mister’s chest as the blue fire of his Ki beginning to turn a darker, more predatory shade.

“I’m not here to be philosophical with you,” Seijirou said, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion. “I’m not here to argue about the food chain or the nature of humanity. I’m here to violently kill you.”

Mister’s smirk widened into a yellow-toothed grin as he raised his hands, and the “Devourer” behind him let out a soul-piercing shriek, its tentacles unfurling like the petals of a nightmare flower.

“Then come, Kageyama Heir! Let me see if you have the ability to violently kill me!”